BPOV

If I was human my heart would have been pounding a mile a minute. The vast scenery of Volterra, though undeniably beautiful, was terrifying. The old memories of rushing through the country side at unbearable speeds, rushing to save the life of my bronze-haired god, were hard to shake off. The roomy car's black interior was giving my nauseous de ja vu, though the old memory was blurred through dimly light eyes. Felix drove at a speed familiar to vampires and to myself. I would have smiled at the small fact that they all had a "need for speed." Almost.

I couldn't deny the raw beauty, the attract to tourists. The rolling green hills framed the spacious skies perfectly, while sparotic clouds dotted the icy blue above. A few houses rolled with the hills, the angles they were placed looked uncomfortable even for a house. Some wild flowers encroached the grass, splattering the green in purples, yellows, and oranges.

The ride went quickly and the descent into the city, and then into the castle, was all to familiar. I could almost feel my Edward's, cold at the time, arm around my waist protectively, followed by similar company. I could almost hear the exasperated sighs from behind me and my slow, human pace.

I sucked in all these deathly fears and put on a brave face before the muscle goons could mock me more.

The nerve racking feeding room was even more menacing than before, perhaps because upon entrance I knew what it was used for rather than last time where I found out while exiting. Aro's face was also all too familiar and twisted into his smiles of welcome. I scanned the room, using my new eyes to take in the guard in their home state.

I saw Caius and Marcus one with a look of hatred and one with a look of boredom. I easily recognized the petite twins off in a corner, their light brown hair bobbing in its shortness. Jane's face was scowling, obviously not enjoying the ineffectiveness she had over the new guest. Alec's face was disturbed, less angry than Jane's but just as frustrated. Demetri, who had walked toward me, looked pleased with my turnout. He quickly shifted behind me and said, "Good to see you again Bella. You're looking refreshingly better." His hot breath caressed my bare neck, his voice giving my chills. I shivered at the unwelcome man and his unwelcome words. He smirked clearly pleased with the tenseness in my body at his presence. A faint snarl came from another room, but was quickly silenced. I didn't have time to register who had made the noise.

I also recognized some miscelanious members of the guard. Renata was close at Aro's heels as was Heidi. With my new eyes, I could see that whatever resemblance I gave to Heidi and Rosalie was manufactured by easily swayed eyes, weak eyes. They looked nothing alike except for their perfectly defined legs.

One more stood to the left and behind Aro, one I did not recognize. I saw a faint glimmer of shiny bronze/copper hair in her slight waves. She held her face down to the ground. She caught my stare by bringing her eyes up to mine. I gasped.

Her eyes were red like the others of the guard except hers had a tint of gold in them, like her previous diet consisted of animals. That was not what made me gasp. Her eyes were framed by a perfectly shaped and very familiar jaw line, one of a greek god. Her full lips were set in proportion to a nose that I knew in my sleep. Her copper/bronze hair shone like a star, flowing down to her shoulder blades. It was Edward's face copied into the face of a woman. My eyes bulged.

She showed no expression when she looked at me, and showed no expression when she looked away. Her eyes were dead, lacking the life of Edward.

Aro licked his lips. "Do you know Clara?" he asked, anticipation written in the faint linings of his words. Hope

I looked up to him and responded, "No."

"What a shame. Perhaps you could have told us what her power is," he said, want layering his tone. Confusion swept through me. Why did they have her if they didn't know what she could do? Why couldn't Aro just touch her to find out? Why did she look like Edward? Who was she?

"A shame indeed." I kept all confusion out of my voice. Aro sighed longingly.

"Then perhaps we should move on. Bella do you know why you are here?"

I expected this, the inquiries. Aro was being much more direct than usual. A little impatient. I didn't think someone who has lived as long as he has could be impatient. I swallowed and answered, "I believe I do."

"Lets hear it then."

"I am here to be offered a spot on your guard? I would have to refuse that offer, but am honored to be presented with such a spot."

My reply was answered with a few smirks and some giggling off to the side of the room, possibly from a short, raving mad Jane. Clara stood dead in her place. I was confused by their response, until Aro cleared his throat and spoke.

"No Bella. We are not offering a spot to you. We are forcing a spot on you."

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